From One Minute Past Midnight
One Minute Past Midnight
I'm feeling a certain disenchantment.
The kind that takes place at 12:01 am.
I'm feeling more pumpkin than a princess.
I once traded my voice for a pair of legs
During a bet with a sea witch
Who was just as much of a
victim of the system.
Why else would she seek my voice?
I once took a bite of a poisoned apple
From a stranger who offered it so kindly
I forgave her- cause it was the
masculine mirror,
telling her women don't age well.
So, I'm grateful that i pricked my finger
On the needle of a spinning wheel
On my sixteenth birthday
So I could stay forever young
Cryogenically frozen.
Nothing Like Kipling's "If"
If Cinderella's feet were not petite.
If Rapunzel's hair was short and trimmed.
If Ariel's fishtail did not split or spread.
If Snow White's skin was not like the purer looking snow
(a little muddied or yellow?!)
If Aurora drooled or snored in her hundred-year sleep.
If beneath Belle's beauty, there was a beast.
Or if,
He was not her first beast.
Unhooding Red
Swallow me whole
Big Bad Wolf
So the hunter can come
To my rescue
You had to devour me
Big Bad Wolf
How else would we eternally glorify the hunter?
Its cozy in here
Big Bad Wolf
I can make it homey
Right here in your tummy
It's what I am trained to do
It's what my mother,
And my mother's mother
Have been trained to do
Don't believe me?
Ask her yourself
You've swallowed her too.
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